Miss Little Paris

At eighteen, the “Little Paris” of Shanghai had a sudden fit of reckless passion and lost her head. The road to winning her man was long, and “Little Paris” held fast to the admirable virtues passed down by those before her: perseverance and getting to the bottom of things. But what was she supposed to do with a man as stubborn as a log, unmoved by anything? A wise man once said: Then find someone else. Amid the rise and fall of a turbulent age, a shadow leaped out among the glittering streets of the foreign concessions: “You fool, I’ve spent my whole life enabling your arrogance.”